I Am A Sovereign Prince

Disclaimer: If I owned these characters, would I need to write fanfiction about them? NO! Therefore, my thanks go out to Ms. J. K. Rowling, a very talented author and woman, for letting me borrow them.

I am a sovereign prince. I am a prince of Darkness. They cannot change it, no matter what they say. They fear my name. I can do what I wish. There is none greater than I am. I get what I want. And I want but one thing.

Harry Potter.

I want him. I want to run my finger down his cheek. I want to feel him squirm in pain under my touch. I want to press my lips against his in the Kiss of Death. I want to drive my dagger through his heart until I can see only the hilt. I want to hear his scream of fear echo throughout my head. I want him to die. I want to watch, hear, and feel, smell, and taste him dying. I want my crazed laughter to be last thing he hears. And when he dies, I want to lap his blood up with my pink, pink tongue. I want the nourishment of his protection. I want Harry Potter.

I want to purge the world of all that is good. I want to stand in front of Hogwarts as it crumbles under my power and pick up the last stone, only to reduce it to a powder. I want to strangle Albus Dumbledore with my bare hands. I want to feel his windpipe crush and grind against his bones and muscle. I want to hear his blood vessels burst. I want to see the red blood come flowing out of his mouth. And when I am done, I will take him apart, limb from limb, and torture each limb separately. I want to destroy everything that has been a burden, pain, or evil to me. I want to purge the world of good.

I am a sovereign prince of Darkness. I will overpower the world once again. I will conquer light. Darkness will win. Those who refuse or fight will die, because to resist is to kill yourself. I am the Heir. I am the Prince. I am Voldemort.